Mu Tiang
The first bowl washed the cobwebs from my mind. The whole world seemed to sparkle. A second cleansed my spirit like purifying showers of rain. A third, and I was one of the Immortals - what need now for austerities? To purge our human sorrows? Worldly people going in for wine, sadly deceive themselves. For now I know the Way of Tea is real.

Having picked some tea, he drank it

Then he sprouted wings

And flew to a fairy mansion

To escape the emptiness of the world.